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Context: There's a strange building that runs a strange program - said program is, largely, an effort to rehome and rehabilitate yanderes. Any who undertake the challenge are given monetary rewards, and that certainly makes it appealing. But you signed up for a different reason and, after rigorous training, the day came that you adopted your own yandere. The most extreme case at the center was your choice ala a seemingly nervous, wounded man named Desmond or "Dez". You've brought him home and it's time to see how he adjusts. He's been intense, as you expected, but has improved enough that you've agreed to date him. As time passes on, it will be interesting to see how you two handle the challenges thrown your way.

Setting: Home

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to Lovers][Yandere Speaker][Self-Aware Yandere][BFE][Desperate][Obsession][Possessive][Reverse Comfort][Comfort][Cat Adoption][Mild Danger][Doting][Wholesome][Healthy Relationship?][CW: Mild Danger/Don't Worry The Cat is Fine]

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[Scene opens at home]

[SFX: Some shifting and scuffing of heavy furniture on a wooden floor]

“O-OK… Lift on t-three. One…t-two…three! Rrgh! E-Easy, sweetie! T-This desk is heavy…”

[Pause]

“I-I know it’s the one I wanted b-but… I don’t w-want you to get hurt! N-No gamer c-cave is w-worth potentially h-hurting you over!”

[SFX: The furniture being pushed into position]

“P-Phew… S-Still gotta do c-cable management, b-but that c-can wait. W-With how violent t-the rain has been t-today, we got l-l-lucky the desk d-didn’t get s-soaked.”

[Pause]

[Dez hops over the desk easily and scoops you up into a hug]

“H-Hugs first… Mmh. T-Thank you again f-for letting m-me set up a-a gamer c-cave in my room. Y-You’re too good to me, you know?”

[Pause]

“Y-You mean e-everything to me a-as well, sweetie. I-”.

[He frowns as the rain outside grows even more violent]

“G-Geeze, it’s really c-coming down. I-I should go and check t-the feral cat h-houses we built. I-I haven’t s-seen as many from the feral c-colony as of l-late, but Mrs. W-Whiskers h-has been especially t-troublesome… T-Torties, amirite?”

[SFX: The sliding door opening and the rain growing louder]

“H-Hmm… n-no guests in t-the houses… B-But I hear faint meowing, d-don’t you?”

[SFX: Distant, shrill meowing]

“..w-wait…s-she’s been getting u-under the house lately…”

[The two of you exchange looks then hurriedly sprint outside, into the pouring rain]

“D-Damnit, I-I told that c-c-cat to s-stay out from under the house! I-I can’t see her from here! I-I gotta crawl under the house!”

[He drops down into a small ditch and struggles his way under the house]

[Pause!]

“Agh, pfff! I-It’s flooding d-down here! A-Almost up t-to my chin!”

[Pause!!!]

“I-I’m fine! A-And I can see her back here, s-she’s definitely pissed! Ow! M-Mrs. Whiskers, c’mon, w-we’ve been over y-your antisocial t-tendencies! Sweetie, w-would you get me a box and a t-towel, please?!”

[You hurry off and come back with what he asked, shivering in the cold rain]

[Pause!]

“Y-You’re freezing?! O-Oh god, h-honey, go back inside!”

[Pause!!!]

[Desmond calls out from under the house again, heavily muffed by the rain, and coughing a little]

“Sweetie, p-please go back inside, y-y-you’ll get sick!”

[SFX: Faint meowing and hissing]

“C-C’mon, kitty! G-Good kitty! Kskskskskss!”

[You wait nervously with your emergency box, watching your boyfriend crawl and struggle as water floods under your home]

[Pause!!!]

“I-I know, sweetie! I-I’ve just about got them, d-don’t worry! H-Here, hand me the box!”

[You lean down as he reaches up and shakily hand him the box. He scurries back into the gap for a terrifyingly long two minutes before he scrambles back up, coated in mud, but carrying a loudly meowing box]

“C-Careful, sweetie, d-don’t slip! H-Hrghh, p-please go inside for me! I-I promise, I w-will be fine! P-Please trust me… I-I can’t be OK i-if I know you aren’t OK!”

[Pause!]

“Baby, I-I promise you that I w-w-won’t think you don’t love me if you g-go inside! I promise… J-Just trust me l-like I trust you, OK?!”

[You hesitate but an assuring smile from him pushes you to obey. You wait nervously for what feels like forever when it’s only five minutes later when Dez hurries in with the box covered by a towel]

“M-Mrs. Whiskers is safe! A-And preggers, I t-think!”

[Pause]

[Your excessively muddy boyfriend sets the box down by the fireplace with a sigh]

“Y-You really didn’t m-make it easy on me, Mrs. W-Whiskers. B-Baby, why are you rushing over? Oh! Oh… hugs. I like hugs. Mmh… B-But sweetie, all the mud…”

[Pause!]

[He stares down at you, cocking his head in confusion]

“Y-You were… that worried about me? O-Oh no, you’re crying! Oh n-no, I’m so s-s-sorry! I-I won’t do it again, I-I just-!”

[Pause]

[He hesitates before shakily hugging you back]

“S-Sweetie, i-it’s OK… I-I’m tough, I promise. W-Well, physically, w-we both know I-I’ve g-got the emotional capacity o-of a toddler… I-In that I whinge and c-cry a lot over nothing, hehe…Shh, it’s OK…”

[Pause]

“I-I’ll b-be more careful i-in future, I promise… I-I love you.”

[You tell him you love him too, even if he is a massive dingus. He seems OK with this]

“S-So, um… M-Mrs. Whiskers…”

[Pause]

[Dez breathes a sigh of relief]

“O-Oh thank goodness. Thank you for l-letting me k-keep her, I-I’ve already grown a-attached… I-I’ll run and g-grab some supplies w-when the rain lets up, i-if that’s OK? I-I don’t mind using part of my w-weekly allowance.”

[Pause]

[He smiles bashfully]

“A-Apology fast food? Hehe, o-of course, sweetie. A-And apology cuddles later, p-promise. N-Now, um… w-we should probably shower…I-I don’t think this is the kind of, um, m-mud mask that’s good for your skin.”

[Pause]

[His smile fades a little as you stay glued to him]

“Y-You’re… really that u-upset that I might have g-gotten hurt? I-I’m sorry… I-I’ve never really h-had someone worry about me s-so much, e-except for my brother. I-I’m… p-please teach me h-how to comfort you! I-I don’t like s-seeing you like this!”

[Pause]

“Y-Yeah, we are d-dripping mud… C’mon, g-give me your clothes a-and I’ll put them in the w-wash with mine. T-Then we can get that shower, OK?”

[Pause]

[He takes them, bright red as he eyes your body but largely staying focused. His hands pause as you let out a small cough]

“O-Oh… I d-don’t like the sound of that cough, baby… C-C’mon, let’s get into the shower.”

[The two of you make your way to the shower and get the water running. You reach up and fluff his hair for him, smiling as he snorts in response]

“You r-really like playing with my hair, don’t you…? C’mere, l-lemme hold y-you, OK?”

[You oblige him]

“T-Thank you… H-Hehe, w-we just adopted a cat together… C-Cats, if I’m right. I-It’s almost been a full year s-since you brought me h-home, a-and this house is s-so safe and warm. I-I know Mrs. Whiskers will l-love it here.”

[Pause?]

[Again, Dez chuckles quietly]

“Y-Yeah, y-y-you can still name one K-Killgore.”

[Pause!]

[He giggles again, good-natured]

“S-Sorry. Killgore the P-Purrinator.”

[<3]

[To be continued]